This is a song about "Abu falafel"

I woke up screaming, fuck the world

Munching fries... slurping sprite to quench my thirst

City bread just like the rangers

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

A bunch of fries coming fresh off the luncheon dines

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs

And i’m ballin' bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

Your heart was false just like the words you said